Category: humiliation phonesex

wetting in public

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was just minding my own business, while trying to navigate the bustling aisles of the local superstore. Which, let’s be honest, is already a comedic goldmine on any given day. My basket was precariously stacked with various impulse buys when I noticed a dude a few feet ahead of me acting a little…uh…shifty.

He was wearing these beige cargo shorts. In hindsight, they didn’t exactly help camouflage the emerging situation. He kept adjusting his stance, almost like he was doing a subtle, internal dance battle with himself. I initially just thought he had a really itchy butt. Or was perhaps auditioning for a very niche interpretive dance troupe in the cereal aisle. But then I spotted a distinct, darkening patch at the front of his shorts.

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The Casino

Posted 2 weeks ago by Anna

finally

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Miss Anna got a gig at a local Casino as a Cocktail waitress. She prowled around every night amongst high rollers and whores looking for someone to play with. Finally, she stumbled upon a kind gentleman. She offered him a drink, and he obliged.

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cuckold

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

When it comes to men, nothing gets my heart racing quite like the idea of cuckolding them. The thought of an alpha male, confident and in control, losing his dominance to a stronger rival – it’s just the thing to get me wet! So, often, I set out to make it happen.

It started with my boyfriend’s friend, a strapping young man with a cocky attitude. I’d catch him staring at me when we were out together, and I could sense his attraction. I played the game, flirting with him innocently at first, then with increasing boldness. I could see the tension building between us, and my boyfriend was entirely oblivious to it! Until he wasn’t. lol

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balls

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Miss Anna got asked out, and gawked at almost everywhere she went. She couldn’t even pump gas, or walk to the corner store without getting hollered at. She was so seductive, so slutty and hot all at the same time.

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cock witch

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Men come to me, drawn by the currents of rumor and raw, aching need. They know my reputation, whispers of the witchy domme whose pleasure is a consuming flame, and whose displeasure…well, that’s where the real magic happens. I don’t suffer fools, nor do I suffer inadequacy. My appetites are vast, a cavernous hunger that few men can truly fill.

They always approach me the same way, these eager, trembling submissives, offering themselves, their bodies, their very essence, hoping to be the one to finally quench my thirst. These men, they know the risks. They sign an invisible pact with their hopeful eyes and bated breath: absolute surrender, absolute consent to my judgment.

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fuck doll

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Mommy Anna was so impressed with how well-behaved Victoria Kate had been the past couple months. She still had Victoria Kate’s phone in her possession, confiscated from her, and Mommy saw that Victoria Kate’s exes kept sending her dick pics. Mommy Anna simply tossed the phone and told herself: ‘’oh no my Victoria Kate will never see you or your pathetic cocks’’.

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Mikey's Misadventure into The Dumps

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Oh dear, I know. I can imagine what you’re thinking when you see such a shocking image! How could anyone toss a poor diaper boy into the dumpster, right? Well, let me start by telling you I’d never date a Bully. A Bull, yes, a Bully, No! So Trayvon has some explaining to do. I prefer to be the only meanie in a relationship, and no one gets away with treating my Mikey that way! Also, I think it’s important to remember that I only have Mikey’s version of this story, and everyone knows babies sometimes fib a little.

But I’ll tell you what Mikey told me, and maybe you can help me decide what to do next. Last weekend, I told Mikey to stay home and behave himself because I had a date with Trayvon. Tray is a six-foot-two, muscular black guy whom I met at the gym. He’s pure masculine energy, total Alpha vibe, like the opposite of my little nerd, Mikey. Mikey, understandably, was curious and confused as to why Mommy wanted to date when the two of them could stay home and snuggle.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

For as long as I can remember, you’ve been different than other boys. Your voice was always a little softer, more feminine. Your mannerisms are more gentile. It wasn’t long before people started to talk. Mentioning how my son might be a faggot. I’m not one of those moms who would be ashamed of a gay son, but I wanted to do everything I could for you.

Baby, I had to do it to save you from the cruel and harsh treatments of this world! People would bully you if Mommy didn’t try to make you straight. It was just as hard for me that first night I came into your room and told you I would help you. There was so much fear in your face when I told you to take down your pants.

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ABDL

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Mommy Anna had brought Tami back to the nursery. She placed Tami in her crib and as Tami laid there all happy to be back in her happy place, she gazed up at what Mommy had left her with; a spinning mobile. But this wasn’t just any mobile, it was adorned with cocks all around. Big ones, small ones, BBC’s. Tami gazed at them in awe.

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Casual Kevin

Posted 2 months ago by Cory

cheating blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Kevin and I, we’d been “casual” for a few weeks, which in the real world meant “hooking up whenever his girlfriend, Honey, was out of town or at her pottery class.” My apartment was literally next door, so the commute was minimal, the discretion even less so. We both knew it was a terrible idea, but his charm was a potent, morally bankrupt force, and my willpower was…well, let’s just say it was on sabbatical.

This particular Tuesday, Honey was supposedly at a weekend-long retreat for artisanal candle makers. Kevin, ever the opportunist, had texted me at 10 AM. By 10:30, I was letting myself into his place, the familiar scent of his expensive coffee and my own impending bad decisions hanging in the air. We’d started in the kitchen, migrated to the sofa, and eventually, in a moment of utter, ill-advised passion, found ourselves butt naked, fucking on the bathroom floor.

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